The End Of Us, Sid Vicious X OC

speakeasy

A/N hey guys hope you're enjoying this book as much as i'm enjoying writing it. Its like five in the morning at the time i'm starting to write this so ye i'm not sleeping lol. ALSO I KNOW I WRITE CHRISSIE'S NAME WRONG BUT IT KEEPS CORRECTING IT TO CHRISSY SO I JUST WRITE CHRISSY CAUSE IT'S EASIER. Thx keep voting and commenting, love u all xxx

After having a few drinks down the pub time soon passed and it was around 9 o'clock at night, the boys were at the speakeasy which was being held at a club.

Vanity had already arrived and was sat in a booth with Mickey and some of his friends, she knew Sid and the boys should be turning up soon and sure enough a few minutes later they walked in the club.

Mickey had some shades on and his hair was cast over his forehead in a lazy way. Vanity was drinking and talking about music with some of Mickeys friends when she noticed Sid walk in and sit down next to Chrissy.

She narrowed her eyes slightly at them, she trusted Sid however she didn't trust Chrissy all too much, they'd not been talking and although Vanity couldn't really understand why Chrissy was upset she still knew what Chrissy was like.

Obviously chrissy was upset about not yet being in a band, she's a beautiful singer and a great musician, she deserved any chance she could've had, she still holds Vanity accountable for getting her hopes up about joining the Pistols.

Meanwhile Sid had slung his arm around Chrissy's shoulder "here chrissy, have you ever had an orgasm?" He asked her, Chrissy hummed and nodded
"Uh yes I have Sid, thanks for asking" she smiled however Sid carried on "No I mean like a gushing, volcano type thing" he wondered again.

Chrissy thought for a moment before answering "Again, yes. I think so" she said, noticing Nick approaching the table.

"To be honest if you had, you'd remember" he said taking a drag from his cigarette. "Everything cool?" Nick asked as he placed a drink for Chrissy down on the table. Sid studied him for a second before turning back to chrissy.

"Well unfortunately for you Chrissy, I can't sort that out for you. I'm kinda tied up with someone very special" he said leaving Nick wondering what they were talking about.

However Nicks attention was quickly stolen when he noticed the one and only Bob Harris walk into the club surrounded by other people who knew him, Nick went up to him and began to speak about the stuff he'd been doing recently.

"Hi Nick!" Bob exclaimed "Bob, hi. Great show last night" he said referring to the BBC music presentations he does.

"I'm here with the Sex Pistols, singles doing very well, working on an article about the whole punk, new wave scene" Nick explained sounding slightly unbothered however quite snobbish about it.

"Well good luck with that" Bob said however they were stopped by Sid appearing directly infront of them.

He took a swig of his beer, swishing it around in his mouth for a second before swallowing.

Nick decided to try and break the tension "this is Bob Harris the most influential music presenter-"

"Yeah I know who you are" Sid said looking him directly in the eye. "It's whispering Bob" Sid let out a breathy laugh as he gave Bob a glare with a smirk on his lips.

"The old grey sniffle test." Bob thought he didn't have time to be dealing with this, along with the fact he refused to play the Pistols song on the BBC, he really didn't want to get Sid any more pissed off.

"If you'll excuse me" Bob said trying to move past Sid "now hang on why won't you have us on Bob? Not good enough for the BBC are we?" He asked sarcastically and could tell Bob was getting slightly anxious at Sids pent up anger "Excuse me" Bob once again tried to brush him off and walk by him "don't ignore me!" Sid demanded as his face now fell deadly serious "it's mearly a difference of taste" Bob assured Sid.